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Oh, and the oils? Some smell like hippie armpits – lavender my ass! Others? Pure sex in a bottle. Had one guy, swear he’s tryna hypnotize me, hands dancin’ like he’s paintin’ a masterpiece. Freaked me out – but I liked it! Ever try it with hot stones? Burns like Gotham’s chaos, but oh, the release! “You’re part of me now,” I mutter, echoin’ "Her," all dramatic and shit.

So, I rush out, and guess what? It starts pouring! Like, seriously, Budapest weather is wild. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m sprinting down Váci út, trying to shield my precious dresses. I’m laughing and cursing at the same time. “Why, Budapest? Why?”